Okay this is my first attempt at any sort of creative writing, so please be gentle
any comments or suggestions are welcomed, either add them to this thread or feel free to send me a PM. Now without further ado i present Pyrotorch the beginning .
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Rain lashed down onto the roof of the sisters of mercy orphanage and poured in torrents from the mouths of the gargoyles. For a brief moment a huge surge of blue light illuminated the alleyway to the side of the building and then slowly a robed figure emerged and placed a small bundle on the steps of the orphanage, a few seconds later and another flash once more brought light to the alley before darkness and silence resumed.
From the bundle on the doorstep a faint gurgling noise could be heard and although the rain fell in torrents no moisture seemed to reach the basket.
As the sun rose across the city sister Mary opened the doors of the orphanage and looked down on the basket, with a look of sorrow on her face sister Mary retrieved the child left on the doorstep and with a world weary sigh once more pondered the cruelty of a world that could abandon a child in such circumstances.
Walking back into the orphanage the sister could not help but notice the warmth emanating from the basket; placing the bundle on a table she pulled back the blankets to look at the latest soul to pass into her care
Father Nolan sat in his office in silent contemplation when the air was rent with a sudden scream from the main hall. Rushing from his room he found sister Mary collapsed on the floor in a dead faint. Kneeling at her side the father looked on as Mary roused in consciousness. "What on earth is wrong sister?"
"The devil walks among us father!" Mary said in a hoarse whisper.
"Come now child, surely this cannot be true"
"Look, look there in the basket" Mary exclaimed before once more lapsing into unconsciousness.
After summoning help to take sister Mary to her rooms, the priest bent down to look at the child that had caused such a reaction from sister Mary. Pulling away the blankets the father looked down on the child "Holy Mary mother of God!" exclaimed the priest taking a step away from the child. The child lay in the basket gurgling and cooing as may be expected of any infant, however it was at this point that the similarities ended. The child's skin was a deep red and his hands were atrophied and appeared almost as claws. But this deformity whilst extreme was not what caused the father's reaction; rather it was the child's face.
The child's face shared the same deep red colour as the rest of his body, however rather than skin the face seemed to be covered in a hard craggy rock like substance that reminded the Father of his university days studying erupted volcanoes and the cooling magma flows, between the rock like sections veins of what he could only be described as a substance resembling liquid magma could be seen.
Placing the infant in a cot the father retired to his study to ponder the strange child that had arrived on his doorstep.
Some days past during which Father Nolan was engrossed in deep meditation as to the origins of the child and what should be done for the best.
The sisters all hurried down to the main auditorium to hear what the Father had to say, speculation and rumour had been rife in the preceding days and the nuns were all eager to learn about the strange infant that had come amongst them and what decision the father had reached.
Father Nolan stood before the sisters of the order looking on the faces who had throughout his time in the orphanage cared for their charges with such dedication. "Sisters, I know that you have all heard rumours about the child that came into our care in recent days. I wish to tell you all today that although this child does indeed suffer from curious and unexplained deformities, I have no doubt that the child is nothing other than a human infant and not some hell spawn as I have heard some of you saying. We all hear in this room have taken holy orders and an oath to care for and raise those children that pass into our care in the sight of our Lord and so I ask that we continue with this good work and raise this boy as we have all others that have passed through our doors. We must treat this child with the dignity that all souls on this earth deserve and I am confident that you the good sisters of this order will fulfil your duties with your usual compassion."
Some fifteen years later Father Nolan sat once more in his office and studied the notes before him. Joseph (as they had chosen to name the strange child) had grown into a fine boy despite the handicaps placed on him. He excelled in his studies and showed an amazing aptitude for science, indeed the notes from father Doolan the orphanages science teacher showed that Joseph's passion in this area had already outstripped his knowledge and that Joseph was hungry to move on and pursue his studies further.
However reading between the lines Father Nolan could see that all was not well with young Joseph, whilst he was without doubt a prodigious scholar he was an extremely insular child and chose not to mix with other children. Although this was perhaps to be expected, in light of his appearance the extent to which Joseph kept himself isolated caused deep concern for the aged priest.
Lost in silent reflection the Father heard the sounds of raised voices coming from the playground. Parting the blinds Father Nolan looked out to see a large group of children circled closely around Joseph jeering and screaming abuse. Hurrying from his room the father raced down to the playground to stop this persecution. Running towards the mob the father heard an anguished almost unearthly scream and then suddenly everything went white.
Particles of ash danced in the air and settled onto the cracked and destroyed earth that was all that remained of the orphanage playground. Nothing remained to show that any building had once been here other than a few heaps of stone warped and cracked as if exposed to intense heat. No living thing stirred in the area as the sounds of wailing sirens grew closer. From a crater in the ground faint movements could be seen and the youth known here as Joseph uncurled from the a foetal position he had assumed as the boys had started to attack him. Joseph looked in horror and disbelief at the devastation around him. Suddenly the sirens abruptly cut off as the first emergency services vehicles arrived amid the devastation.
Officer Jones stepped out of the patrol car and looked in shock at the scene that greeted his eyes, for all his time in the city the ancient gothic façade of the orphanage had been visible and now only twisted rubble remained. Futilely looking around for any sign of life he heard a clattering off to his left. Looking around he saw a strange figure covered in ash and soot running off at enormous speed. "Stop" he shouted but almost as soon as the word had left his mouth the figure vanished into the woodland behind the ruins and was lost from sight. Not wishing to give chase for fear of what he had seen Officer Jones returned to his patrol car to radio for assistance, "heaven alone knows what good it will do" he mused "there nothing left her to save"
Joseph ran on at enormous speed tears streaming down his face screaming into the sky "what have I done .. What am I?"
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very nice dude...
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Having read your stories Doulos i take that a as huge compliment
hopefully there will be more to come (unless the evil oppressors make me do some work instead)
Okay this is my first attempt at any sort of creative writing, so please be gentle
any comments or suggestions are welcomed, either add them to this thread or feel free to send me a PM. Now without further ado i present Pyrotorch the beginning .
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Rain lashed down onto the roof of the sisters of mercy orphanage and poured in torrents from the mouths of the gargoyles. For a brief moment a huge surge of blue light illuminated the alleyway to the side of the building and then slowly a robed figure emerged and placed a small bundle on the steps of the orphanage, a few seconds later and another flash once more brought light to the alley before darkness and silence resumed.
From the bundle on the doorstep a faint gurgling noise could be heard and although the rain fell in torrents no moisture seemed to reach the basket.
As the sun rose across the city sister Mary opened the doors of the orphanage and looked down on the basket, with a look of sorrow on her face sister Mary retrieved the child left on the doorstep and with a world weary sigh once more pondered the cruelty of a world that could abandon a child in such circumstances.
Walking back into the orphanage the sister could not help but notice the warmth emanating from the basket; placing the bundle on a table she pulled back the blankets to look at the latest soul to pass into her care
Father Nolan sat in his office in silent contemplation when the air was rent with a sudden scream from the main hall. Rushing from his room he found sister Mary collapsed on the floor in a dead faint. Kneeling at her side the father looked on as Mary roused in consciousness. "What on earth is wrong sister?"
"The devil walks among us father!" Mary said in a hoarse whisper.
"Come now child, surely this cannot be true"
"Look, look there in the basket" Mary exclaimed before once more lapsing into unconsciousness.
After summoning help to take sister Mary to her rooms, the priest bent down to look at the child that had caused such a reaction from sister Mary. Pulling away the blankets the father looked down on the child "Holy Mary mother of God!" exclaimed the priest taking a step away from the child. The child lay in the basket gurgling and cooing as may be expected of any infant, however it was at this point that the similarities ended. The child's skin was a deep red and his hands were atrophied and appeared almost as claws. But this deformity whilst extreme was not what caused the father's reaction; rather it was the child's face.
The child's face shared the same deep red colour as the rest of his body, however rather than skin the face seemed to be covered in a hard craggy rock like substance that reminded the Father of his university days studying erupted volcanoes and the cooling magma flows, between the rock like sections veins of what he could only be described as a substance resembling liquid magma could be seen.
Placing the infant in a cot the father retired to his study to ponder the strange child that had arrived on his doorstep.
Some days past during which Father Nolan was engrossed in deep meditation as to the origins of the child and what should be done for the best.
The sisters all hurried down to the main auditorium to hear what the Father had to say, speculation and rumour had been rife in the preceding days and the nuns were all eager to learn about the strange infant that had come amongst them and what decision the father had reached.
Father Nolan stood before the sisters of the order looking on the faces who had throughout his time in the orphanage cared for their charges with such dedication. "Sisters, I know that you have all heard rumours about the child that came into our care in recent days. I wish to tell you all today that although this child does indeed suffer from curious and unexplained deformities, I have no doubt that the child is nothing other than a human infant and not some hell spawn as I have heard some of you saying. We all hear in this room have taken holy orders and an oath to care for and raise those children that pass into our care in the sight of our Lord and so I ask that we continue with this good work and raise this boy as we have all others that have passed through our doors. We must treat this child with the dignity that all souls on this earth deserve and I am confident that you the good sisters of this order will fulfil your duties with your usual compassion."
Some fifteen years later Father Nolan sat once more in his office and studied the notes before him. Joseph (as they had chosen to name the strange child) had grown into a fine boy despite the handicaps placed on him. He excelled in his studies and showed an amazing aptitude for science, indeed the notes from father Doolan the orphanages science teacher showed that Joseph's passion in this area had already outstripped his knowledge and that Joseph was hungry to move on and pursue his studies further.
However reading between the lines Father Nolan could see that all was not well with young Joseph, whilst he was without doubt a prodigious scholar he was an extremely insular child and chose not to mix with other children. Although this was perhaps to be expected, in light of his appearance the extent to which Joseph kept himself isolated caused deep concern for the aged priest.
Lost in silent reflection the Father heard the sounds of raised voices coming from the playground. Parting the blinds Father Nolan looked out to see a large group of children circled closely around Joseph jeering and screaming abuse. Hurrying from his room the father raced down to the playground to stop this persecution. Running towards the mob the father heard an anguished almost unearthly scream and then suddenly everything went white.
Particles of ash danced in the air and settled onto the cracked and destroyed earth that was all that remained of the orphanage playground. Nothing remained to show that any building had once been here other than a few heaps of stone warped and cracked as if exposed to intense heat. No living thing stirred in the area as the sounds of wailing sirens grew closer. From a crater in the ground faint movements could be seen and the youth known here as Joseph uncurled from the a foetal position he had assumed as the boys had started to attack him. Joseph looked in horror and disbelief at the devastation around him. Suddenly the sirens abruptly cut off as the first emergency services vehicles arrived amid the devastation.
Officer Jones stepped out of the patrol car and looked in shock at the scene that greeted his eyes, for all his time in the city the ancient gothic façade of the orphanage had been visible and now only twisted rubble remained. Futilely looking around for any sign of life he heard a clattering off to his left. Looking around he saw a strange figure covered in ash and soot running off at enormous speed. "Stop" he shouted but almost as soon as the word had left his mouth the figure vanished into the woodland behind the ruins and was lost from sight. Not wishing to give chase for fear of what he had seen Officer Jones returned to his patrol car to radio for assistance, "heaven alone knows what good it will do" he mused "there nothing left her to save"
Joseph ran on at enormous speed tears streaming down his face screaming into the sky "what have I done .. What am I?"